Colours of Tears
Whenever you come to my decaying mind,
A twinkle reigns on my dull and dead cheek,
And awash all sorrows that prevailed
On mine, hardly making my future to be bleak.
Whenever mine provoked by your tears,
Those fall profoundly on your rosy cheek,
Let me shed your humble and sweet tears,
Before they fall on you, being a lively meek.
Though, real tears are those bitter and sharp tears,
Tears are sweet to those, who taste ‘pink and blue’ tears.
But, when tears make those faces blue, in the pink cheek,
Those ‘blue tears’ tear many apart revealing the weak.
Many a times, the unshed tears heal the 'blues' of the insane.
Rarely, true tears make hearts a slave, but more humane.
-written on 09th August 2006.